"Ms. Su Xue'er, your father Su Yuanqiao is on the verge of death. According to his old man's will, as long as you are willing to meet him, his net worth of 100 billion yuan will be inherited in your name. ”

Xingyun City, the live broadcast room of the TV station, a program broadcast live across the country, was suddenly interrupted.

The beautiful host Su Xueer was asked by the world-renowned lawyer Yang Yi in front of the national audience.

"He's a scumbag, unworthy of being my father."

Scum?

Su Yuanqiao, an entrepreneur who is on the list of the world's richest people, admired, loved by thousands of people, and has donated countless donations, was so evaluated by his own daughter?

What is the reason for this?

"Madam, can you really abandon human ethics and put hundreds of billions of assets out of your body?"

"Hundreds of billions of assets? That dirty money, I don't bother to inherit! The money of the scum, he should be taken to hell. ”

Hundreds of billions of assets can't buy a daughter.

How much hatred is this?

In the top sanatorium in Xingyun City, Su Yuanqiao saw his daughter's reaction on TV, and everything was discouraged. He is the richest man in Nebula, but he didn't have any relatives by his side before he died?

This, what a failure!

"Wife, daughter, I, I'm sorry for you!"

Su Yuanqiao cried, his breath was short, and he was about to lose his breath.

At the TV scene, lawyer Yang Yi received a video call from the nursing home.

Then he said anxiously to Su Xue'er: "Madam, your father is seriously ill and dying, and you only have one last chance." ”

"This is his retribution!"

Su Xue'er said, looking at Su Yuanqiao on the other end of the video.

"Su Yuanqiao, thirty years ago, how did you treat me and my mother, do you remember? You gambler, you drunkard. My mother worked hard to make clothes for people, how did you use it for gambling, how did you use it for alcohol? Do you remember what you beat me and my mom into every time you get drunk? ”

"You are a rich man in front of people, but you are a scumbag after people! Do you know how many scars my mom had on her body before she died? Our mother and daughter are hungry and full every day, how did the days pass, have you thought about it? ”

"When my mother was lying in the hospital bed and needed first aid, who signed the waiver of treatment, do you remember?"

"I'm your daughter, yes! So I wish you, that you will go down to the eighteen layers of hell and suffer the most painful torment. I hope you can hear my words, I hope you are in great pain, I hope you are still conscious, and you know how you were scolded by your own daughter in front of the people of the whole country! ”

"Would you love to see me? Don't! With the greatest regrets, go to your hell! ”

Su Xue'er said in front of everyone without any scruples.

She hated Su Yuanqiao, and she hated this shameless scum who killed her mother.

At this moment, Su Yuanqiao still has a trace of consciousness.

He heard his daughter's words clearly.

He really wanted to see his daughter, and he really wanted to hear her call her daddy.

But he couldn't, he could only struggle with death in despair.

Still, he doesn't hate his daughter, he doesn't hate everyone, he only hates himself.

He knew that he was a scumbag.

In the first half of his life, he was the most shameless person in the world.

Alcoholism, gambling, domestic violence, he did everything. He knew that he was really not a person, and the death of his wife also made him repent.

He changed his ways, wanted to give his daughter the best life, and wanted to make up for his mistakes.

But he couldn't do it, after his wife died, his daughter was picked up by his aunt, and he hadn't seen him for 20 years.

He earned a huge amount of money, but his daughter didn't want a cent, and his wife's family didn't accept half of it. Even his parents and his own family have never paid any attention to it.

He can only get a little solace by donating the money and seeing the smiles on the faces of those who are being helped.

But the guilt of killing his wife and the pain of not being able to see his daughter often haunt him.

"I'm a scumbag, a scumbag!"

Su Yuanqiao shouted weakly in his heart, and he couldn't make a sound.

The last image in my mind is frozen on that rainy night twenty years ago.

In order to snatch back her hard-earned 100 yuan from herself, his wife Ye Wanqing was knocked to the ground by a large truck, and blood flowed all over the ground.

He wanted to reach out and push Ye Wanqing away, and wanted to exchange his life for their mother and daughter to live well.

He kept trying, recalling the image, trying to stop his wife before the van could rush out.

But he tried his best, and he couldn't do it.

All that rang in my ears was the doctor's cold voice.

"At 13:15 on February 14, 2022, Su Yuanqiao passed away."

……

Crunch!

The old wooden door was pushed open with a long, high-pitched sound.

Su Yuanqiao opened his eyes, and the world was spinning in front of him.

The severe headache and dry throat made him instinctively struggle to find water to drink.

In the living room, a tea jar printed with a large peony contains last night's bitter tea.

Su Yuanqiao picked up the tea jar and poured the bitter tea into his throat in one gulp.

After drinking his heart, he suddenly woke up.

Tea jar?

Old house?

What's going on, aren't you dead?

Su Yuanqiao turned around in shock, and there was a tall woman standing behind him, with a beautiful appearance, but very haggard.

Although the woman's facial features are good-looking, the bruises and scars on her face make her face a little discolored.

"Wife?"

Su Yuanqiao was stunned, wasn't the person in front of him his wife Ye Wanqing?

"Sobered up? Got enough sleep? Are you going to hit or scold? This is the last time! Seeing Su Yuanqiao turn around, a trace of horror flashed in Ye Wanqing's eyes, and she immediately gritted her teeth and said.

She has had enough of Su Yuanqiao, and she has made up her mind to divorce Su Yuanqiao even if she is ruined!

Hearing Ye Wanqing's voice, Su Yuanqiao felt that this was very real.

He turned his head to look out the window, the towering chimney, still billowing black smoke.

The room was empty, and there was not a single decent piece of furniture.

That's right, this is my home thirty years ago.

Su Yuanqiao realized that he was reborn!

At this moment, Su Yuanqiao had mixed feelings in his heart.

His mind was messy, but he could be sure that this was the greatest luck that God had given him.

What hundreds of billions of assets, the richest man in Nebula, is worthless compared to accompanying his wife and daughter.

"Su Yuanqiao, from now on, we don't have anything to do with each other!"

Seeing Su Yuanqiao in a daze, Ye Wanqing immediately picked up her luggage that she had already packed and prepared to leave.

"No, wife, don't go!"

Su Yuanqiao hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Ye Wanqing's arm.

Ye Wanqing wanted to shake off Su Yuanqiao, but her hand slipped, and the bag containing her luggage fell to the ground.

The rotten zipper exploded, and the contents of the bag were scattered.

A handkerchief wrapped in dozens of red one-dollar bills fell to the ground.

Seeing the money on the ground, Su Yuanqiao and Ye Wanqing were stunned.

In his previous life, it was precisely because of these 100 yuan that Su Yuanqiao had no home and Ye Wanqing had no life.